Wrath
A short werewolf transformation.
When a man can't control his wrath, he loses himself to his inner beast: a werewolf.
Despite how you breath...
Despite who you think about...
Despite hearing that serene music...
You know the wolf buried inside you wants to get out.
You did everything you could to leave work early, but that demanding boss of yours kept you past the end of your shift.
You now pay the consequences: you are stuck on the highway. Rush hour is the worst, especially today. You promised your loved one that you'd be home by a certain time for your anniversary date, but chances that it might happen were growing thinner by the minute. You always have been a short-tempered guy, but you've tried being better at keeping it down lately.
The car in front of yours seems to go a little faster and you close in for the distance, until another car changes lines to take that place. You growl aloud, pissed and pumped with anger. You bump the horn at the idiot and you feel the blood pumping harder in your veins. You gasp.
You look down at your hands, you see the dark hair thickening out on them. You feel your hands warming up swelling, changing. Your nails change. They grow longer, sharper.
"Let me out!" A powerful growl rumbles from the back of your mind.
You feel it: the monster lurking within you tries breaking out of its cage. You immediately turn the calm music from your radio louder, trying to hush the beast down. You feel pumped, like you've just spent your day working out. You are sweating, panting in exertion, trying to seal that second personality in the confines of your mind.
You look at yourself in the mirror, looking for obvious changes, but you don't see any... except maybe the stubble on your cheeks growing out... Once home, you'll just need a little shaving and it'll be gone for the date. You concentrate back on the road, doing all you can to keep the wolf at bay... until the car in front of you brakes abruptly.
You swear profanities and you hit the brake pedal so fast and hard you feel claws jutting out of your toes and puncturing the front of your right shoe. You heart skips a beat and you curse again, hitting the steering wheel with your growing fist. Your dress-shirt is getting tight, the buttons moments from popping off from your pushing pecs. Bits of hair poke through the clothes in between the buttons and the heat grows unbearable.
In the mirror, you see a glint of yellow in your eyes. They look a little primal. The stubble is even denser, looking like a beard already. Your facial muscles clenche, your teeth push out longer and sharper. Your seat feels a little cramped.
Fuck, you're growing.
You are bending over the steering wheel as your back flares out larger, filling out the dress-shirt... then straining it... You groan, concentrating on humming the serene music from the radio... until the car behind you honks at you. You realize that there was a good distance between your stopped car and the next one in front.
You drive forward again and when you stop behind the car, you get honked again. You turn slightly around and shout at them to shut up. Ripping sounds are heard through the car as your shoulders widens again, forcing the shirt to split down your back. You moan as you feel the seat rubbing against your growing fur.
"Fuck! Nnnno..."
Meanwhile, your legs grow longer, shrinking the room available for them under the steering wheel. A trembling hand of yours slips between your muscled thighs and reach for the lever to pull back your seat. Unfortunately, you accidentally make it go back all the way and your feet can't reach the pedals anymore.
"GOD. FUCKING. DAMN IT!" You below.
Your hands surge bigger and bigger, almost eclipsing the wheel. You gasp and feel your legs surging out longer and longer in size until they press back on the brakes right before you hit the car in front of you. Claws jut out through both of your shoes through which your growing feet are slowing forcing their way out. Your sharp claws start tearing the carpets apart.
You inhale deeply, watching the car in front of you tilting like a drunken fool and the boiling anger reaches the surface. Like a volcano in eruption, your upper body fires upward and your head hit the ceiling of your car. Buttons fire off from your chest and hit the windows, the dash, the wheel. "OUT! OUT!" The beast within you growls in triumphal glee.
Your tail is growing, feeling confined behind your strong large back. You hear metallic distortion, your head keeping on pushing against the roof despite your best efforts to bend over. Your knees are pushing upward against the wheel and you fear that they might obliterate it if you can't grab hold of the beast taking over your body and your mind.
You glance door at your crotch, your growing dick soaking them in pre as the beast within your relishes on your wrath, fuelling you with even more rage and size. You use your dangerous claws to free the throbbing meat from the confines of you work pants and sigh, pant, in bliss. You would fap right there... giving into the beast and rage... but that would only make you lose more to your Mister Hyde...
THE EXIT! FINALLY!
Your enormous paw presses on the gas, probably breaking something with the sound it made, as you leave the clustered highway. The transformation is on hold, like a quiet hypocrite rest from the beast. You keep on driving.
Red light.
"Grrr..."
POP. POP.
Another red light.
"Fuckin' rush hour..."
STRETCH. CREAK.
A pedestrian walks on your light.
"All... idiots..."
RRRRRIIIIIIPPP.
All red lights.
"Late... FUCK! DAMN IT!"
SWELL. CREAK. RRRRIP.
"Can't... bear it... anymore..."
FAP. FAP. GROW. CREEEAAAKK. FAP.
Finally, you arrive home. You rush out of the too-small car. Precum was sprayed over the dashboard and windshield. The steering wheel felt loose. The roof was incredibly dented. The carpets were ripped to shreds. You slammed the door shut behind you so hard, the window cracked, sperm running down the bottom edge of the door. Your incredibly long furry legs step closer and closer to the door, which was too small for you to open. You are much taller than than that puny human-sized door. You tried nonetheless to turn the infuriating handle and after a few failed attempts, you growl in impatience and force your way in.
Your car is ruined, your work clothes are ruined, the front door is ruined. Still, you are late! You hear your loved one running to the entrance, already dressed up for your anniversary date. Your partner gasps at your hulking frame: you had to squeeze yourself to get through the small door and probably broke off a chuck of the wall but you didn't care anymore. You are so big you have to bend over a little not to go through the ceiling...
Your lover asks wether you've had a bad day or something: it knows your condition after all... but you only respond with a growl that makes the windows and dishes rattle through the house. Your immense cock spews out more precum on the floor in a small spurt, needy.
You rush toward your partner who emits a powerless gasp as you push it against the living room couch. Your dick is hard, drooling even more when you chase, corner, pin, then fuck your sweet half. Irradiating this dominance... it arouses you so fucking much. Your lover begs to stop fooling and to get back to your human form, but the beast has absolute control over your body now... in fact, the beast forces itself to grow even bigger, even taller...
BONK.
Your head hits the ceiling, despite being on your knees on the couch.
Your wolf laughs and keeps pushing your body even taller and bigger. Plaster starts raining on you and your loved one, which makes your dick swells even thicker, splattering precum over your lover.
You lick your lips at the increasing size difference between you and your sweet half. You move your claws toward your loved one and tear its distinguished clothes apart, and aim your monstrously thick and long monstercock toward their little hole. Once you exert wrath, the only way to make it go away is to have your way through sex. After all, your lover is submissive by nature. You know it'll like it... probably.
"Harr harr... Happy Anniverrrrrsarrrrry!" Your wolf blurts out with an aggressive smirk, shoving forcefully your growing beastly cock inside your much smaller lover.